Skyrim X Reader One-Shots

Erik the Slayer: Never Drink with Sam Guevenne Part 1

It had been quite some time since she had visited Rorikstead. She had always thought the little town boring and drab since there was practically nothing to do.

The Dragonborn had, however, made the mistake of entering a drinking competition with a strange man by the name of Sam Guevenne at the Bannered Mare in Whiterun. Apparently, the two of them had traveled across the whole of Skyrim while causing havoc along the way. How the Dovikiin had gone from Whiterun to Rorikstead to Markarth in one night of being drunk was beyond her.

As she walked into the small village she heard the distressed shout of a nearby farmer, "You! You've got a lot of nerve showing yourself in this town again. What do you have to say for yourself?"

The Dragonborn scrunched up her nose in confusion, not knowing why the man was being so hostile towards her.

"I'm... sorry?" she replied to the man who was now fuming.

"Sorry is not good enough! Not while my Gleda is still out there alone and afraid. You kidnapped her and sold her to that giant."

Her eyes widened, not believing what she had just been told. Had she really kidnapped a woman and sold her to a giant?

She winced as she muttered, "That sounds pretty bad..." under her breath.

The Redguard man, who had heard her quiet comment, started yelling, "You're damned right it does! I'll never breed another prize-winning goat like Gleda!" the young Dovakiin sighed in relief now that she knew that she didn't sell a woman into slavery. The farmer continued, "And don't you think of coming back to Rorikstead until you get her back from that giant."

She sighed, knowing that she could probably intimidate the man into telling her what she needed to know, but deciding to get the goat (since it was the right thing to do- and since Aela would get angry if she found out that the Harbinger hadn't helped out a man in need).

The task was simple and easy to accomplish. The giant was dead in a matter of moments, and Gleda the goat was back to her owner very shortly afterward. With the goat returned, the Redguard, Ennis as the Dragonborn had learned to call him, handed her a note that told her to head to Ysolda in Whiterun.

The young Altmer thanked him and went on her way to Whiterun. She had not been on the road for ten minutes when the distinct sound of a battle cry reached her. She did a full 180 turn until she saw a blonde Nord charging her way with his sword drawn.

'Another hired thug? Maven really needs to stop sending these. All I did was steal one drink... and kill her son...'

The Dovakiin pulled out Zephyr, ready to strike the man down when he started brandishing his sword in the air. She stood confused as she watched the young man swing at nothing. She had just determined that he was a devout follower of Sheogorath until she heard a cry coming from where the Nord was hitting.

Suddenly, a vampire appeared in front of the man and started draining his life force. Realizing what was happening, the High Elf rushed to help the Nord. She shot arrows at the vampire while the man attacked it with his sword until it died.

The Dragonborn walked closer to the man, looking to see if he had any injuries. The Nord looked at her, his blue eyes shining with youth.

"What happened," asked the Altmer.

The Nord smiled, "I was coming home from a job when I saw a vampire. I followed it, just to make sure it didn't hurt anyone." he laughed, "It's a good thing that I did because it would have attacked you with your back turned."

The Dragonborn smiled at the young man, "Thank you. I don't know what I would've done if it had attacked me."

She knew that she could've defeated the vampire alone with ease, but she was never one to flaunt her power; even the Companions did not know of her status as the Dragonborn.

The Nord's eyes seemed to shine as he spoke again, "You're welcome. My name is Erik the Slayer. I live in Rorikstead nearby."

"Hello, Erik the Slayer. My name is Y/N." she nodded at him in greeting, "Are you a mercenary?"

"Yes. I am! How did you know?"

"Your name. You look far too young to get a name like that without being a mercenary," she paused, "You know, I've been looking for a follower for some time now. Would you like to come along?" I grabbed a bag of coins and tossed it to him.

Erik's lively grin grew wider, "Lead on."

I smiled as we started the journey to Whiterun, thankful to finally have someone reliable at my side.

I'm making part 2 of this!